Genre: Romance

Rating: Mature and up

Theme: Demon's (AU, psychological, metaphorical, etc whatever you want)

Usually, this was the only time they could think. Really think, at least for Deidara. When his body slotted up against another's, the one he would call his lover, if he felt love, he found his mind opening up and contemplating his world. He didn't think of the ravenous desire for mortals, their emotions as he sucked them dry through their fear. All there was was this.

He had grown to love (in reality, just admire) the color red, reminding him of blood when he ravaged villages, ate flesh and snatched up souls. But recently the color is reminding him of the head peaking up from between his thighs, brown eyes sending him mischievous looks from underneath the shadows of his horns.

Like this, Deidara just concentrated on feeling and would even begin to think when he started having the sensations of emotions again. A nip to his inner thigh brought him from his thoughts and he hissed in sweet pleasure as blood was drawn and lapped at, so close to his aching need, but too far away.

Only when he spread his legs apart wider and he begged like a harlot would he get some satisfaction, and everything would become clear. The pale body sliding up his own, shared his coldness, hips shifting to tease him further into submission. Deidara could feel every jerk of the hips against his own, long nails scratching down his sides while barbed teeth bit at his bottom lip and drawing blood once more before sucking it down.

Deidara allowed all of it, arching his back and bucking his hips to get lost and float around in the sensations before he would reach the zenith of his pleasure. That was when he felt alive after so many centuries. He had known the creature on top of him for decades who, eons ago, had lost his humanity but Deidara's seemed to have clung on without his consent.

His thoughts usually buried him up until the point of being breached where he would toss his head back with a hiss, then groan as he clawed at the demon's back with equally long claws before he was chastised with another nip to his lips. Then, he was practically bent in half, his knees nearly touching his shoulders while his hips were grabbed forcefully, claws digging into his flesh.

He allowed this. All of this. The slow pull and push of hips combining with an undulating motion that made Deidara see the nonexistent heavens above. The creature above knew what this did to him and gave him his time to ponder as he suckled on a spot under his jaw. But before too long, he would become impatient and take what was his. Deidara's thoughts would rush and soon it would all be over and all he would be able to feel again would be the hunger in his belly. Whether it be for the sweet flesh of mortals, or the cold one of the demon inside him, he would obtain it.